Zora has always been the quintessential space tramp. Check around. Now that her escapades have left her with a bun in the oven, her wanderlust has morphed into fits of spontaneous weeping. The baby's father may or may not be the self-proclaimed clone emperor, galaxy do-gooder, and the first man Zora's ever wanted to keep around longer than one night. Naturally, she's ready to run as far and as fast as possible. Unfortunately the one thing that hasn't changed is her luck, and the man she thinks she wants to escape is hell bent on following her. When the mission goes horribly awry, Zora's left to care for a zillion dormant space slug eggs, outrun pirates, activists and the Gen-fed authorities and keep her continually expanding middle under serious wraps. Compared to this, intergalactic morning sickness was a piece of cake.